Head Trip

The 2 A.M Writer

Seasons of dirt and dust

Creaky attic's, rotting core

I'm a spider in the pond

I don't belong amongst the floods and rocks

I want my web, I want my head

I want my mattress back, no more lead

Fingers are numb and with heavy cracks

Licking rusted spoons to find old flavor

Picking and snipping old photos in the shoebox

I want my own comfort

I don't feel, I want my pleasure

I want my pillow, no more pressure

What is it your holding?

Is it a way out

Get me out of cell

I want the Bed back

  • Author: The 2 A.M Writer (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 2nd, 2016 21:21
  • Comment from author about the poem: Being lost. All I got for now
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments1

  • lysistrata

    Have you been listening "Alice in Chains" and their "Man in the Box"?

    • The 2 A.M Writer

      Yes actually. Kind of what inspired me to write the poem actually



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